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  1. A TALE OF BLOOD AND BLACKSTONE 495 E.S. - 515 E.S. An artist’s rendition of Castle Morteskvan from a crow’s eye. Issued by the DUKE OF VIDAUS, VIKTOR III On the 15th day of Msitza ag Dargund of 522 E.S. Morteskvan stands tall and proud as the northern shield of Hanseti-Ruska, the mighty seat of the ducal House Ruthern. A testament to the centuries-long duty of their bloodline to safeguard the mountainous passes of the realm, the Dukes of Vidaus envisioned a fortress to withstand any test, trial, or tribulation. With its high, strong walls and towering spires, it acts as the kingdom's first line of defence in the North. Garrisoned by the house’s own Black Company, it ensures able-bodied soldiers are provided the necessary provisions and weaponry to stand against both skirmish and siege. The long history of its founding and the site upon which it reclaimed follows shortly. Originally dreamt up by the Baron Viktor and with its origins beginning under the rule of Duke Aleksandr, this massive and ambitious construction has spanned the reigns of two dukes and has lasted through the trials of wartime, famine, and personal familial loss. Despite all, Morteskvan is a testament to the force of will possessed by its creators, who foresaw a monument to last for generations to come. Here follows a historical account of the timeline of its conception and creation. TIMELINE | The origin of Morteskvan and the Aevosian settlement of Vidaus begins in the aftermath of the Fall of Karosgrad, and the ruination of the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska’s Almarisian lands by the Mori’quessir threat in the year Ehr Sigmunda 478. The threat had been contained in large part by the Kingdom, and throughout the years as foreign realms fell one by one into exile, the Kingdom had stood strong with volunteer forces trekking across the continent in the defence of other nations, and even achieved temporary successes in driving out the conquering threat from beneath the earth of Haense itself, such as the brutal reconquest of an old fortification that had once belonged to the family of the Bishops, and before them, Amador. The Black Company stood present through many if not all battles of this period, under orders of the Duke, and often led by either the heir or their foremost captain. Eventually, the fall of Karosgrad came, violent and sudden, and the fall of the Highlander Realm’s capital came as a lethal blow to the stability and security of its’ vassals, who were forced to abandon their own unfavourable positions in surrounding holdings. The abandonment of Vidaus, and vacation of the Castle Drusztra came as painful blows to the House Ruthern. The Ducal House under the leadership of the then-ill Duke Aleksandr, his wife the Crown Princess of the time Analiesa, and his heir Viktor, Baron of Rostig, lead their kin in the joined exodus south to the ruins of Old Savoy, where stood the final bastion of the Descendents upon Almaris, defended fiercely by foreign volunteers from across the seas known as the Brotherhood of Brev. Where all else across the continent the sky had cracked and turned to darkness, those ruins presented the few remaining rays of the Sun’s light. The exodus continued hence from there into abandoned tunnels that stretched far and across beneath the aforementioned southern seas, and so began a long and arduous trek through the dark of the underground. Where once the Mori’quessir had claimed dominion of the underworld, the Descendents now were forced to take their place temporarily. Haense, and the House Ruthern, trekked for a number of years with God’s guidance to a new land and a new sky. In the year Ehr Sigmunda 480, with Godan’s divine providence to guide him, then King Georg I laid the first cornerstone of the new Royal capital of Valdev upon the new continent of Aevos. The following development of the citadel of Valdev to the city was a rapid one, the Haeseni man being productive and well-suited to frontier life, and the land around the rivers so named the Dules and Lahy for the ancient Ruskan rivers of old were tilled and put to crop to support the populace of Hanseti-Ruska. Said population had grown following the return to the above world from the Almaris, and it was not long afore the colonial period of Haense had come to full-swing. During these times, the Baron of Rostig cut his teeth exploring and scouting the general surrounding lands of the capital under the Royal Commission for the Exploring and Chartering of Aevos, under the leadership of the then-Friar Iosef, who in later years would gain prominence for his ascension to Patriarch of Jorenus, and Lord Palatine of the realm. In the months following these initial expeditions, House Ruthern began preparations to scout for a suitable location at which Vidaus might be staked and their claim laid to the land and natural resources of the new continent. Whilst other Houses elected to settle in the more temperate river lands about the south-flowing Dules, House Ruthern’s expeditions opted to follow the river to its’ source at the Northern great lake, an immense body of freshwater that was, and is, undoubtedly the greatest reservoir upon the entire continent discovered as yet. It was named Lake Georg, in honour of the King. Georg I, King of Hanseti & Ruska 458 E.S. - 482 E.S. Reigned during the initial planning and building of Morteskvan. The Duke Aleksandr, Patriarch of the House, took to supplying great funding to additional expeditions of the North under the command of his son, as their first expedition into the snowy north had discovered traces of black ore on the north-eastern mountains named the Greater Kareninas that loomed far in the distance above the Royal City of Valdev. Following initial and rudimentary prospecting of the first expedition, reports were brought back to the city of potentially immense veins of mineral wealth to be held in the mountains. Such a resource, the Duke considered, would bring great wealth to the family and ensure its prosperity on the new continent, and so further expeditions under the command of his Eldest son were commissioned at the Duke’s own expense. Aleksandr II, Duke of Vidaus 446 E.S. - 489 E.S. Patriarch of House Ruthern, who ruled over Druzstra and first envisioned Ruthern rule in the north. 485 | This discovery, and the excitement that came to accompany the intrepid explorers, was soured by further discoveries in the mountains. Initial interest came with the discovery of old, blackened ruins in the mountains, that seemingly intensified in concentration the further that one trekked through the treacherous conditions, with populated settlements far to the North upon peaks that overlooked the great lake, and with further concentrated settlements found upon the southern ravine that gouged the south-western flanks of the Barrowmount, named by the Ruthern explorers of the time. Darkspawn, it seemed, infested these mountains, and posed a great threat to the future safety of the realm, and to the personal plans of House Ruthern for the north. The terrain leading to these ruined settlements, and the Mountains, later named the Artzov Ridge, were mapped in great detail. They were charted as accurately as the men could manage with the wintry conditions that claimed many lives. This loss of life only grew as supplies grew shorter, and bouts of small-scale combat with the darkspawn natives of the land, and eventually this Second expedition was forced to retreat south for the intensification of the winter season that had befallen Hanseti-Ruska, to lick their wounds and prepare. 486 | In the following year, preparations for a new punitive expedition were made, though stretching over their expected time and into the next year after that with considerably mounted costs. When this Third Expedition finally made north to trek into the mountains, properly armed and prepared, they took to spreading much violence and bloodshed in the initial darkspawn settlements that they came upon, torching all that they came upon and reducing the evil of the lands to ruins and pyres. Such began the period of purification in the Artzov Ridge. The 3rd Expedition continued its northwards march, utilising the carefully prepared and scouted maps that it had procured years prior to make way relatively safely through passes and along mountainside cliffs, whereupon eventually they came to the great and old Blackstone ruins that served as the primary and main settlement of the assorted witches and Ibleesian ill-folk that had long perpetrated their evils under the covering veil of the mountain snows and icy updrafts. The fighting is violent and terrible, and much damage is done to further reduce the old ruins to further ruin. In the aftermath of the battle, it is noted that the numbers slain and eradicated seemed lesser than one might have expected from those encountered on the march there. Viktor var Ruthern, Baron of Rostig, Later Viktor III, Duke of Vidaus 489 E.S. - 522 E.S. Patriarch of House Ruthern upon Aevos, who oversaw Morteskvan from beginning to end. 487 | Following the cease of bloodshed seemingly for the time being, a sizeable detachment of expeditionaries and Black Company retinue-men are left in the north to prepare a rudimentary mining operation, and the first shipments of daemonsteel ore are received in Valdev in the following year; they are mined from surface veins upon the Mount, at the time, and then taken down the mountain at great effort and great cost of human life, where they would then take the final leg of their journey south upon great barges hewn from the northern pines. The beginning of this operation, and its seeming initial success, achieves two things. First among these is the securing of the nation’s vital supply of the valuable and heavy-duty metal, which would later serve as the ore from which many of Hanseti-Ruska’s Brotherhood detachments were equipped in the Covenant War of later years. The secondary effect was that such mines, under the purview of House Ruthern and their Black Company Trading greatly alleviated the economic pressures of their expensive northern expeditions, and allowed a surplus that permitted the later conception and construction of the Castle Morteskvan. 489 | In the year Ehr Sigmunda 489, Viktor assumed the Ducal seat as Duke of Vidaus. At the time, he is known to be the Third, or the Second-born, or most commonly said beneath hushed breaths, the Kinslayer, for he assumed rule of the family through the killing of his own father the Late Aleksandr in a private dispute. In the following year, he is driven to slay one of his uncles additionally in a duel; the Mad Dog of Druzstra, Kazimir, is sent to the Skies by his nephew, and the new Duke of Vidaus spends much time securing his rule over the family and his own lineage. Work upon the Vidausi hinterlands, his future feudal landings, and the planning of the Morteskvan bastion, languished as a result. 495 | In the year Ehr Sigmunda 495, a visionary architect named Wylein Alpyne is recruited for the purposes of finally constructing the bastion and seat from which the Dukes of Vidaus would rule their lands from; this grand castle project became a shared passion of he and the Duke both. At the time that he was taken on board for such a project, he is quoted to have taken on such a job on the condition that he would have relatively free reign to build the most impressive castle that Aevos had yet seen. This was the beginning of a long, arduous process that stretched over many years, and many thousands of hours of man-labour. Wylein Alpyne, Head Architect, Mastermind behind the creation of Morteskvan, and later Siegemaster of the Covenant The initial land clearing in preparation for further building and colonisation comes after a lengthy period of planning and blue-print drawing. A site is chosen upon which the main keep may be built, and the rest is designed further with such in mind. The initial clearing of the land and preparation for construction is a difficult task, fraught with much danger, and the progress upon the taming of the northern wilds that would become Vidaus sees progress brought in blood with every step. The gates that would come to serve as the first point of defence of the Ducal lands are finally repaired and made operational once more in the year Ehr Sigmunda 497, and the bridge to the plateau upon which the great blackstone ruins resided is completed and repaired in two parts; the first half is completed prior to the Mummer’s Gate coming into operation, and the second half much more perilously in the later months of the year with pressure from the Duke to speed up the proceedings. Such pressure for the progress to increase may have come as a result of the Duke Ruthern’s office as Lord Emissary, which made him privy to much of the political machinations occuring in the east in the Midlands and Heartlands. Progress upon the castle continues, despite the looming spectre of war, and the still perilous conditions in the northern mounts. The first cornerstone is laid for the great watch-tower, and the walls begin to be erected along the outside edges of the great plateau; these new structures are constructed of quarried stone from the Haeseni lowlands, and so is only transported up to the beginnings of Morteskvan with great effort and at great expense. Were it not for the profits that the intensifying Daemonsteel mining operation yielded, even such a process may have proven too frivolous for the Ducal coffers to support. With the completion of the first tower in the year Ehr Sigmunda 499 and its’ own gates becoming operational, so named the Gallows Gate, Castle Morteskvan is officially considered to have been founded in this time period, and the House Ruthern begins to utilise this structure as a home away from their stifling manor in the capital, putting efforts to increasing the comfort and safety of the building now that the noble house resided there. Progress intensifies in the period following the year Ehr Sigmunda 500, wherein the three baileys of the bastion are completed, alongside the walls that so encircled them all, and the cornerstone for the Keep itself is laid. In the years following this, stone-works intensify and greater and greater quantities of southern limestone are taken north to complete the outer shell of the Keep, and the accompanying load-bearing supports for such a grand construction. Many workers died during this period, as work conditions were hazardous, and fatal falls from the cliffs which surrounded the Castle claimed many lives. The lack of concern for safety comes alongside the concern of potential Veletzian assaults passing through the northern mountains while there still stood no war-worthy fortifications, though these workers are paid handsomely in turn for the mortal peril. 505 | Fears of war are not unfounded, as conflict breaks out between the newly formed Covenant of Five (later joined by Norland and Numendil) and the Captaincy-General of Veletz and its ally the Iron Horde. Such hostilities slow the progress of the building of Morteskvan, and further disaster strikes when in the year 506 the bridge that served as the sole safe path into Morteskvan collapses violently from the increased foot traffic; old blackstone bricks and cobbles crumble to dust, and many are crushed, including a number of the Black Company itself whom had been deployed to protect workers during war-time construction. Repairs of the bridge are immediately taken underway, and under the command of architect Wylein, the bridge is made once more usable through recycling of old stone from the ruins and great pine beams brought north from the Karoswood to shore up the supports. This collapse comes to be considered an omen by workers under Ruthern employ, however, and progress slows to a crawl as a result of many labourers not trusting such repairs to hold up under intense use. 508 | In the period after the bridge’s collapse, and with the war taking the primary focus of House Ruthern, Morteskvan makes no progress, and its wealth is dedicated to supporting the war effort. The Duke of Vidaus comes to be known as Daemonsteel for his constant presence in the foundries and smithies of the capital and his direct involvement in the equipping and quartermastery of much of the Brotherhood and its auxiliary detachments. There is a crushing defeat at Westmark which marks the most severe blow of the war effort, and the House is forced to lick its wounds alongside its Sovereign state Haense and the greater alliance. 511 | Come the absolute victory at Hippo’s Gorge, however, the spirits of all those fighting are rekindled, and there is much wealth to be had in the collection of war loot in the immediate times after that fierce cavalry battle upon Balian’s coasts. The Duke of Vidaus is known to have remarked his thanks at the time to the Veletzian foe and their Stassionite and Orcish allies for their great contributions to the wealth of House Ruthern and the financing of the House’s great work. In the following years, using the aforementioned finances secured from war profits, the construction of the Castle proceeds smoothly and without much incident; and with little death, to suit, which is viewed as a favourable sign by the workmen under Ruthern employ which serves to redouble the speed at which work proceeds. Whilst this progress continues, the Duke ‘Daemonsteel’ and the chief architect Wylein Alpyne, who finds new fame as the head siege architect of the war, dedicate their efforts primarily to the preparation and support of the Northern Thunder banner. Wylein Alpyne is responsible for many of the successful, and occasionally bizarre siege camps of the Covenant that led to their victory at many a siege, with the mountain-side fortress opposing Drusco serving as one of the man’s crowning achievements. 515 | Finally, in the year Ehr Sigmunda 515, the Castle Morteskvan is declared complete, much to the relief and pleasure of the Duke and his kinsmen. Celebrations ensue amongst family and newly settled denizens of the ducal lands, headed by the Duke’s own grandchildren. Born from his departed daughter and heir Mikhaila, this was a fitting end, for the past and future of the house to come together in prideful commemoration of this glorious monument. DRUZ GJERNZ AG GRYVNZ, His Grace, Viktor var Ruthern, ‘Daemonsteel’, Duke of Vidaus, Count of Metterden, Viscount of Greyspine, Baron of Rostig, Lord of Morteskvan, Lord of Barrows, Patriarch of All-Ruthern and Protector of the South. Her Ladyship, Tatiyana Josefina vas Ruthern Her Ladyship, Milena Anastasya vas Ruthern OOC thanks below to those the castle couldn't have been done without.
  2. "The Koenas is dead!" A messenger called out in a panic, alerting the denizens of Vidaus to the fate that had befallen their Queen. They went on to elaborate with what sparse details they had learned in the capital, but such details all began to blur to the Duke of Vidaus, as he took his leave and returned to his silent mountain-watching from the peak of Morteskvan. His face had grown gaunt in these last years, and his hand fell down to nurse his gut. His old injuries from Westmark were enflamed, once again. "So et es. Amaya es dead. And so close to Vidaus, as well. How closely will the rest of us follow? There are hardly any of us left, now, to call to the Skies." He spoke, quietly, to himself, or perhaps to God if he listened. He signed the Hussariyan with no more words said, returned to his vigil and accompanied only by the whistling winds of the mountain he called home.
  3. Viktor recalled the words he had shared with Villorik, and with that elf healer as well, as he peered out over the northern reaches of the Kareninas from the high walls of Morteskvam. He wondered... had he said the right things to his brother? He'd hardly said anything at all, now he came to think of it again. Had anything he did say had any worth to that man? He had never been one for advice, nor the philosophies that his brother had spent decades pondering. Though he had long held his siblings dear, he knew only his own experiences, of bloodshed, back-stabbing, politics, violence. When they had been robbed of Elizaveta, he had been so sure such would only be his own cross to bear, and he'd sworn so to himself. It was not to be. Still. He was sure Villorik had greater aspirations than anything he might offer. And still... perhaps he should have said more. Perhaps he should now. "Ea've still the time, surely." His olive eyes, shadowed as they were, sunken and set on an increasingly gaunt face as the years wore on, surveyed the far reaches, and he thought for a moment that he spied distant wisps of smoke catching the updrafts in the far, far distance.
  4. "The last step on this road. Dobry." The Duke of Vidaus lifted a hand to rub at his brow as he set the notice aside. He looked out the glazed window of his ducal quarters, gazing over the walls of Morteskvan, and further to the northern lake and far-off mountain peaks. It was a long, long path to have reached this far.
  5. THE OFFICE OF THE EMISSAR Penned by the Office of the Emissar 12th of Jula ag Piov, 518 E.S. For centuries, the Office of the Emissary has proven to be a pivotal office within the government of the Dual Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska. As the center for the nation's diplomacy and foreign affairs, the Office of the Emissary, and the Envoy position before that, has ensured the nation’s key place within the global stage and continuously develops relationships between the Kingdom of Haense and its allies. OFFICE STRUCTURE Lord Emissar At the head of operations is the Lord Emissar, entrusted with cultivating relations with foreign allies, old and new. Reporting directly to the Monarch, the Lord Emissar oversees all diplomats and workers within the office and ensures that progress and divies out important works such as pacts or treaties that are thus proposed to foreign nations. They are considered the representative of the King’s will in diplomatic affairs. Vice-Emissary Set directly beneath the Lord Emissar is the Vice-Emissar, entrusted by the Royal Emissar to conduct foreign diplomacy in their place when needed while also overseeing the routine ongoings of the diplomats below them. Known as the Lord Emissar’s right hand, the Vice-Emmisar handles all important tasks the Lord Emissar needs doing while they are otherwise occupied with a matter at hand. Diplomat Within the Office of the Emissar, Diplomats are workers who have been assigned to a particular nation and serve as the face of the Kingdom of Haense. Ensuring positive relations between the two nations, the Diplomat’s key job is to maintain a positive presence in order to be able to report back to the Lord Emissar on matters of national security or to be at the ready should a new alliance be requested from either nation. Diplomats are expected to visit their assigned nation frequently and put meaning to what an international friendship is meant to represent. Ward/Apprentice Young children and those interested in getting involved within the Office of the Emissar but are not of appropriate age for diplomacy responsibilities are encouraged to seek out a Wardship or Apprenticeship within the office as to gain an early advantage of understanding the functions of international politics and foreign relations. Tasks such as assisting in drafting of treaties or taking notes for the Lord Emissar in meetings of diplomatic importance are just a small insight to what one may learn at a young age within the Office of the Emissar. With the closing throes of a conflict long-brewing and a war hard-fought and bloody, the Duke and Lord Emissary, Viktor var Ruthern, has decided it is time to recruit a new, younger cadre of men and women who may take his place. With every passing year, it becomes more evident that it is time to introduce fresh blood to the office who might approach the Kingdom’s foreign matters with zeal. Should any interested citizen of the Kingdom of Haense find themselves wishing to apply, they need only send a bird to the Lord Emissary to set up a meeting to begin their new experience in the Office of the Emissar. Signed, His Excellency, Viktor ‘Daemonsteel’ var Ruthern, Lord Emissary of Hanseti-Ruska, Duke of Vidaus, Count of Metterden, Viscount of Greyspine, Baron of Rostig, Lord of Morteskvan, Lord of Barrows, Patriarch of All-Ruthern and Protector of the South.
  6. "Dobry. The fate of Winburgh." The Duke of Vidaus marked drily as he tossed aside a sheaf of papers; upon closer inspection, they were munitions orders. Instead, he sunk down to rest atop his ducal throne and rested his eyes a moment.
  7. Viktor var Ruthern, Sergeant of the Brotherhood, grit his teeth as he composed a letter to inform the Queen of the progress of the northern operation. Many missing and slain amidst the push, and Dagfinn was among the missing. He knew that for certain, for he had been among the riders whom had sallied out to save any stragglers, and he had seen him disappear just moments from rescue.
  8. Viktor var Ruthern scowled as he looked out over battle-plans and parchments strewn upon his desk. He had been uncertain what fate had truly befallen the King after that fateful day, and had held his tongue for wont of some measure of respect for Amaya and the others. It was better to not spout unfounded nonsense. He was concerned, naturally, for his cousin, however. They had known each other since they were boys, himself an especially petulant one in those years past, he could certainly admit. And for just as long, he had considered Aleksandr a friend of his, in spite of the disagreements they had through their lives. They had shed too much blood alongside each other for him to express doubts, and they had both become old men, now. The Ruthern knew he was a far-changed man from the boy he had once been. That thought caused another to cross his mind, and the words escaped his mouth in a murmer, "And how have vy changed, coz?"
  9. The Duke of Vidaus regarded the declarative missive with a scowl. The shadows under his eyes had grown some since that King had fallen ill. 'If vy are loyal and a good friend...' He recalled those words with a further grimace. What had he been thinking?
  10. Issued by the DUKE OF VIDAUS On the 12th day of Vyzmey ag Hyff of 515 E.S. To the Noble People of the Kingdom of Haense, It is with a heavy heart and profound sorrow that we convey the news of the untimely passing of a cherished member of the esteemed House of Ruthern. In the quiet residence of the Castle of Morteskvan, within the walls of the ducal chambers, tragedy has befallen the realm, as Mikhaila vas Ruthern, the beloved heir to the Duchy of Vidaus, has departed during the sacred act of childbirth. Her motherhood was a sacrament held most dearly, and her great love for rearing the next generation, unfortunately, claimed her life. Thus, we dub her as ‘Mikhaila the Mother’. Mikhaila was not only a beacon of hope and ambition for the next generation of the House of Ruthern but also a symbol of unity and strength for the entire Kingdom of Haense. Her untimely demise leaves an irreplaceable void in the hearts of her family and friends, and is a great loss to the future of the Ruthern lands. In her brief time among the people, Mikhaila demonstrated unwavering dedication to her kin and a profound sense of responsibility towards her noble lineage. Her compassion, wisdom, and kindness were virtues that held the path of those fortunate enough to know her. During this time of profound grief, let the people come together as a kingdom to offer solace and support to the grieving House of Ruthern. The loss of an heir is a tragedy that extends beyond the confines of a family, touching the very essence of the shared community. MIKHAILA ‘THE MOTHER’ VAS RUTHERN 484 ES - 515 ES In her passing, she has left the last of her children to prosper in her stead. The title of Heiress now rests upon the shoulders of her eldest daughter, Lady Tatiyana Josefina. In time, she shall earn the title of Baroness, just as her mother did before her. DRUZ GJERNZ AG GRYVNZ, His Grace, Viktor var Ruthern, Duke of Vidaus, Count of Metterden, Viscount of Greyspine, Baron of Rostig, Lord of Morteskvan, Patriarch of All-Ruthern and Protector of the South
  11. Viktor ‘Daemonsteel’ rest, a hand raised up to grasp his forehead. He nursed a rather splitting headache, after that final bout of peace talks. The Duke sat in his Sergeant’s uniform, sporting scratches and dents from battle; the once brilliant shine of the plate dulled by a decade of gunpowder and soot and blood, no matter how thoroughly it was cleaned and polished. “Et es done. A life, many lives, spent for this goal. My whole childhood, and those precious to me taken. There’s precious little time to rest on laurels, with much reaping required for what we have sown.”
  12. The Duke 'Daemonsteel' recalled the pitious look he had given that Crown Prince laid amongst the dead of the enemy. He recalled too how he had pulled that man up to his feet; he hoped that this display was not to repeat itself, after his return to the field. A bastard was no heir, if he was struck down again in another of these damned fields. "Fool prince." He may perhaps have understood the thoughts that the Prince had held, but still, he was a hypocritical man.
  13. "Frankly, this much es charity for these fools who have harboured nie guilt slaying the men and women of our nations, even before this war began. He refused to surrender, and they have either sand in their ears or lead between them for they seem niet to understand basic common. We shall have our peace." Viktor 'Daemonsteel' spoke, having witnessed the failed summit himself. That they considered not following through on their initial promise was a great shame on the Covenant, he thought. They ought aim for what they always have, to kill the enemy, and see that there is no more Veletz for them to scramble back to, or an Adria for them to hide behind.
  14. The Duke of Vidaus nods slightly as he reads, a scowl on his brow. "To remove Veletz- or Adria as et es called again. Et es all the same state, and such es righteous. Their attempts to worm their way out of fault or guilt es poor bait that should niet be taken by any sensible man of the Covenant.- They will come before the Covenant if they seek the close of bloodshed, and know that the end of their realm es the price they pay. Justice es harsh."
  15. "The same enemy pulls on a new mask, dons a new name, and makes demands of the Covenant. If Veletz wishes peace, then surrender." Viktor 'Daemonsteel' remarks, his expression unchanging as he continued war preparations.
  16. The aging Duke Viktor 'Daemonsteel' swore he could still smell that overbearing stench of sulphur and steam and saltpetre even now, as he set to work saddling newly broken warhorses, and busying himself with the ledgers of the Northern Thunder's ammunition logistics alongside the Patriarch. It was bothersome work, and tiring, but rewarding to spy these leisure manors peeled away by the fruits of his labour. He recalled, though. There could be no rest until the fight was finished. He and his Brothers would continue till that end, no matter the cost in blood. Their honoured dead deserved no less than victory.
  17. Viktor 'Daemonsteel' busied himself with the saddling of newly raised and trained horses, his brows set in a fierce scowl. The work never stopped for the Duke-Quartermaster, and there was still much to do yet before this war was won. They shall take to the field yet again.
  18. Viktor 'Daemonsteel' rested, in the lingering smoke and fires of the ruined and conquered keep. The battle was won, and that Savoyard sun rended and torn, stomped under foot. He had organised a small retinue of men to collect and gather all of the loot that he and they had secured, and new Veletzian horses to pull the wagons once more, in the close of victory. With a frown, he noted that he had not spied any of the team he had lead in their special assignment since the close of the operation. Hm... He recalled the din of cannons firing, the shaking of the very earth beneath their feet and above their heads. The stern expressions of those he had shelled a path for the great Covenant host to take alongside. Familiar faces, and those he had only interacted with in correspondance both. A pious King, an honourable Knight-commander, a leal Amiratus, and the faces of those he was proud to call peers and Haeseni comrades both. All had operated in unison, and all had done their jobs as perfectly as the now-veteran siege engineer and officer could have hoped. Even when he had stormed off to locate the Patriarch in charge of the banner, he had trusted that his team would handle the job. "Patriarch, the last round has opened up a breach into the main keep, right behind the curtain wall!" The Duke had proclaimed such at the Patriarch's side, after surveying a final strike clearing away through his dirt and smoke-streaked binoculars. Operation Underminer was a success, and the path was clear. All that remained was to push, and to finish the fight. He had thanked the comrades whom had undertaken such a mission in his head, and elected to spare the words until Northern Thunder had finally settled atop Drusco. He did not see them immediately following the battle, though he could have sworn the King of Aaun had been slaughtering foes at his side in the thick of the melee.
  19. When his cousin, Viktor var Ruthern, had heard the news and seen the return of the Marian's body to the capital, he had bore a steelly expression. It would not do to show anything less than fierce anger and indignation. Alas... When the time came that the Ruthern Patriarch had privacy, he slumped back against the wall, and eventually took a seat by a fireplace in a small house within Morteskvan, nestled in the first bailey, between the kennels and stables. He lifted a hand to rub his forehead numbly, gazing into that meagre, freshly stoked fire. Andrik was gone. Though they had been born cousins, they had grown up and lived their lives as brothers. When Viktor had felt his back to the wall in the past, he had known Andrik would be there. A leal man, and a proud one. And though he had caused Viktor trouble doubtlessly, he had been happy to have him by his side in the fray, always. He had joined many of the Duke's other siblings, now, robbed from this realm and lifted to the Seven Skies. Only Villorik and Aleksandra remained. And so, the aging Duke of Vidaus mourned tearlessly in solitude. What more could he do? Other than to mourn now, and to continue the fight. "Vy were cost vyr life, but vy went with pride and honour, Andrik. My brother was nie dog."
  20. The longer that the Duke of Vidaus marched, and the older he grew, the more his thoughts wandered to the past. His memories were largely poor ones, punctuated by great bounds of bloodshed and regular suffering, but there was still much he could appreciate. The love of his long-dead mother, playing in the streets of Karosgrad, winning his first victory in battle, lost loves, the pride of fatherhood, and the joy of grandfatherhood. Thoughts flickered through his mind, fleeting as they were; no doubt his comrades had the same memories. And the Raev they slew on opposite sides of the field, and even the Veletzians. No doubt they had such thoughts. Were their thoughts of their homeland or of such memories when they drew last breath? What would Viktor's thoughts be, he wondered? Perhaps the Motherland, or the lands he left behind, or the family he lost, or the family that he would likely not rejoin in the Skies. It did not matter. As long as he still drew breath, he had his duties and his responsibilities. His place was to rule over his lands, and to march, and to kill the enemy. He continued to ride in the Crown Prince's column, for as long as it needed march. He must fight, as they all must.
  21. The Duke of Vidaus took a sharp breath, taking a short break from sorting through sheafs of parchment. Frankly, looking at all these names and numbers, dead and alive, equipment... His eyes were starting to become rather sore. He occupied himself with perusing the final construction rounds ongoing at Morteskvan. "The war goes on. The 'Northern Thunder' comes for Drusco next. We shall finish what we started." He spoke, lacking some of his usual mirth.
  22. "We've flushed the vipers from their dirt den. Next, comes Veletz etself." Viktor 'Daemonsteel' took a moment to rest at the edge of the now-concluded battlefield, where the grass of the von Theonus lands met the self-torched and trodden of once-Stassion. He allowed his horse to rest and graze, while he regarded the ruined mound and rubble that lay before him. Anthill.
  23. Viktor Daemonsteel frowned, as he heard reports of what had become of Stassion. "They cover the castle with dirt because they have nie proud in their home."
  24. "Run and we'll wait. You've sealed your fate." Viktor Daemonsteel uttered under his breath between the crack of hammer strikes upon anvil. He gave a contented grin, despite the sheen of sweat upon his brow, as he quenched another longsword that would be put to use for such fate.
  25. "Back to the proper order of business." Viktor, Duke of Vidaus reiterated, his brow set firmly as he peered over the ledgers before him. Another bloody battle to wage. Another castle to reduce to rubble. More pests to put down.
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